tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3983889269530928417.post9089129633416867622..comments2023-05-06T09:24:11.716-04:00Comments on Undomestic Mrs.: no school..... til JanuaryAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15536816621944761234noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3983889269530928417.post-24455143076885177542012-11-05T22:37:24.533-05:002012-11-05T22:37:24.533-05:00In my younger years, I had wanted to be a doctor. ...<i>In my younger years, I had wanted to be a doctor. Because, what kid doesn't? I believe it's squeezed somewhere between veterinarian and astronaut on the list of "what I want to be when I grow up."</i><br /><br />LOL, so true! I also got a set of scrubs and a stethoscope and a surgical mask, hat and gloves from an event at school and I was ecstatic because I was almost like a real doctor! I actually have a picture of me in them. And then the doctor thing went away for awhile but came back in 7th grade and lasted till 11th grade. I was going to be a doctor and write best selling novels in my spare time. I was inspired by Lurlene McDaniel's books.Crystalhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03415643304118254783noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3983889269530928417.post-51282527271002110222012-10-30T15:09:34.415-04:002012-10-30T15:09:34.415-04:00Girlfriend. First of all, I have to laugh about th...Girlfriend. First of all, I have to laugh about the fact that you left high school wanting to be a teacher. I left high school wanting to be a nurse. Then you started pursuing nursing and I started pursuing teaching. <br /><br />ANYWAY. It's like you dug deep into my brain and splattered my thoughts all over your blog. This economy is a B. I'm currently the definition of umderemployed. It's taken me forever to figure out what to do with my life, and even though I've technically "figured it out," it's still scary and I still question it. But I have to do something. I need to be pursuing something. I've been at a total standstill for a year and a half. And you will figure it out too. It's taken me years of different jobs and thinking and overanalyzing to finally get a grip on what to do with myself.<br /><br />Basically I just want to be June Cleaver. Michellehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01155303404223970814noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3983889269530928417.post-42193903766183551212012-10-30T02:36:19.349-04:002012-10-30T02:36:19.349-04:00Hahah I love that your pediatrician gave you medic...Hahah I love that your pediatrician gave you medical supplies as a child! That's awesome!Hollyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01886844216278256607noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3983889269530928417.post-90927254830282419622012-10-29T21:45:04.175-04:002012-10-29T21:45:04.175-04:00I hope whatever it is that is perfect for you is s...I hope whatever it is that is perfect for you is so clearly revealed to you. I'm already stressing about what I'll do once the baby starts school. My degree is PR/Marketing but with the hubs being military and us moving so much that isn't so conducive to a career in that field. Is legit bum an option? That sounds good ;)stephaniehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11867367009753052541noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3983889269530928417.post-74645848946117468002012-10-29T16:18:39.159-04:002012-10-29T16:18:39.159-04:00Saw what you did there - matched the color and ali...Saw what you did there - matched the color and aligned the outline on the bit of Pride Rock that Simba was standing on, like a BOSS. <br /><br />Sounds like you're having a quarter-life crisis - a lot of my friends are having them, it leads to people suddenly moving away to become jazz singers and such. Ain't no one can tell what you should do, but at least you're in good company for the emotional rollercoaster - we'll all throw our hands up in the air together and scream "WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO DO WITH MY LIFE AAAAAHHHH!" <br /><br />The way I'm working through it is by pursuing what makes me feel best - financial security makes me feel safe, and I feel nurtured by that sensation although many of my relatives insist I should be writing/drawing/crafting/etc. professionally, citing the "do what you love" credo - but I strongly suspect that if I was slaved to it for my bread and butter, I wouldn't love those things as much. I don't want to ruin how much they relax me, so I'm definite on keeping them hobbies. Besides, it's normal to hate an office job, so I'm free to live the cliche of loathing my 9 to 5 and then go home to unwind with my other activities. <br /><br />Think in abstracts first, maybe? What will feed you best - feeling safe, feeling invigorated, feeling like you're making a difference, what will keep you going when it's really hard? Because I suspect pretty much any path we choose will have some serious rough patches. <br /><br />Competing with Alissa for long replies - that's what you get for having thought-provoking posts! I'll totally be back for part 2. Kanahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12223195235402609121noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3983889269530928417.post-69173059998706521082012-10-29T13:36:56.113-04:002012-10-29T13:36:56.113-04:00"This economy has backed me into an emotional..."This economy has backed me into an emotional corner." You and me both!<br /><br />I've been at my job for 2 years and I am miserable. I always wanted to work at a non-profit. I thought planning events and fundraisers would be great.<br /><br />Hmm...not so much, not so much.<br /><br />I have a job lined up that is not in my current field, but in a field I used to be in - daycare.<br /><br />DUN DUN DUN.<br /><br />I loved working at daycare. It was my favorite job in the world. The only problem with this new job is that the place doesn't offer health insurance.<br /><br />Oh boy, longest comment ever? I think so.<br /><br />Moral of my story: Don't do anything that doesn't feel 100% right. About two days before the biggest event my organization puts on, I had the same thought, "I don't wan to do this."<br /><br />Good luck - stay safe in the storm - and I can't wait to read part two.Alissahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04066818503562338644noreply@blogger.com